prom is unevent full. Everyone sliding back into the normal, humdrum way of life. Though prom was nice and fun, I went alone. I wasn't really mad at my date. If you knew the situation, You probably woudn't be really mad either. Well I wrote a poem. Yeah first for a while. It is off the top of my had so don't critize the lfe out of it.
Cinderella's Prince
Dress to impress, she patiently waits
though advised to choice from the rest
Time works by, she tries to have fun,
thou checking the door with a watchful eye.
What was she doing just bideing her time?
Catching sparkles in others' eyes,
But she swore she'd wait,
and other's bait she'd avoided.
But the swirling and twirling
of time's hands, and the dancers
came soon to an end.
This poor dame
left alone all the same.
She took the stairs towards her home.
Leaving her slipper of glass,
the lass hoped he'd find
and find her in a short night.
He would rescue her, her knight.
Her lost prince would come,
with prim, thou she had none.
She would wait,
this real Cinderella
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